Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. ’ ‘Who was to know if you would find your place?’ countered Martha. Annabel ignored both the chair and the invitation. ‘Parbleu, but what a person you make me! One who spies. "Good Lord!—cannibals?" "Aye. She hesitated about her name, and, being prompted, gave it at last as Ann Veronica Smith, 107A, Chancery Lane.
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